Youth is a river of cascading hair,

tumbling warm and rich like

wheat fields under the timeless clock

Of summer. Every day was

long on light. We jumped into

green emerald waves and then

rolled in golden sand, sparkling

with flecks of mica we appeared as

heroes under an blue infinity sky.


Sneakers were untied. Every bike

had paper streamers. Boys wore baseball

hats and girls sported ribbons at the end

of pigtails. We collected night moths.

Ran up and down dirt roads. Every porch

had a yellow light. There was hot

dogs for dinner and pie for dessert.





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